My novel has slowed down quite a bit. I’m at 31,000, but I’m moving at a much slower pace than last week. Knitting wise- I’ve worked a little on Jeff’s battle helm in the mornings on the way to school, and I’m weaving in the ends of mom’s cardi and then I need to sew on the buttons. I know, that project was "finished" several weeks ago. I’m a procrastinator when it comes to things like buttons.

*edit* I’m adding a bit of more personal blabber. I do very well in school. I take nearly all honors classes and get high A’s. Easily. But I don’t enjoy it at all. To put it simply, I think too much. And when I’m endlessly thinking, I’m not happy, because my philosophical brain is not always pleasant. Maybe I’m a bit harsh about the world, but the endless cycle, day in and day out, sometimes feels really pointless. It’s part of the reason I took up knitting. The past couple years, I’ve become a lot less joyous, and I realize that it’s because I’ve stopped reading. Reading lets my mind stop its constant stream and focus on something else. Knitting isn’t quite the same, though it does relax me. However, I can’t seem to knit when I need the relaxion the most. I’m busy with dance and voice and theatre, and I realized that the real reason I do all of it is to distract myself. Still, I need new things to keep my mind sane- that’s why I enjoy my spanish class and hope to learn several languages, and the reason I want to start piano as well. So, unable to think of anything dazzlingly exciting to do this week, slightly burned out on my novel, I painted my nails bright red. It gave me an odd sort of joy to randomly do something like that. *I don’t often write things like this, as no one really seems to care. Still. I needed to say it somewhere.*